does cooter really mean turtle?
so yeah.....mike has a mecha meeting but hes scared of the shower and wants to call his mommy. he has no bars though. he wants my water out of the big orange jug that he can't open. he is relateing it to tetherball, though i don't understand myself what exactly he is trying to say. apparently, everyone can be emo if they are sad, have hair parted on the side, and square glasses. i got my tragus pierced yesterday which is that little earball thingy thats not quite your ear but not quite your face. mike loves me though, so everythings is fine. our plant is dying. laura thinks its already dead. i hope so. it isn't even my plant, and i prefer dried plants/flowers anyway. except when they smell nice. which is most of the time. and mike did not steal a granola bar. i need to study. enormously. like major poopy study. but yeah. i don't want to. but laura likes to take pictures of her breasts when no one is looking. OH yeah, and she has verified that todd, may have a semi, kinda, sorta, minor, crushie poo on me. Which is good, because i have a psycho ass major up the ying yang huge crush on him. But i don't believe her, because he is like beautiful and, well, i haven't worn makeup in the last 3 weeks. He's hamsters are neato though and i think they are starting to like me because they have stopped shitting on me. Laura is the best when she looks like a pathetic puppy dog, waiting for someone to pet her. SHe afraid of furry things, and mailboxess. im not too much understanding fear number two, but you know, different strokes for different folks. im done. steve's going to take a nap.